Incest Relationship Pt.2

Incest relationship pt.2

Harry : I love you no matter what. Whatever you think, whatever you like, whatever you don't. I love everything about you, everything.

Draco: what if I say like incest relationships ?

Harry : ...

Draco :

Draco : so much for loving me for everything. Commit to your words *walks away*

Another night at the Potter's

For @drarrymicrofic prompt of 2nd Nov- soap bubbles

" Harry can you please-"

" already prepared the bath- checked the water temperature- the towels are ready too- you bath scorpius and I'll cook dinner " Harry grinned.

Draco smiled at him endearingly then kissed over his lips passionately.

" what was that for ?" Harry asked touching his lips because of the lingering sensation.

" for being a wonderful parent and an amazing husband " Draco smiled, kissing his cheek one last time and took the baby with him for the bath.

" Harry ?"

He heard being called after he had already set up to prepare the dinner. He took off the apron and left it over the kitchen isle walking toward the bathroom.

" yeah ?" Harry asked Peeking his head inside through the door.

" why are there so many soap bubbles ?" Draco asked.

But the question was answered as their dog emerged from the bath like a god sneezing immensely.

" not again " Harry groaned and they performed the whole ritual again like they did every other night, Draco taking care of the baby and Harry running after Milo, the dog to wrap him up in towels too, eventually Scorp crawling after Milo and hugging him to protect him from cold and Draco trying desperately to separate them and then at the end of night Harry and Draco would Laugh at their miseries then smile because they wouldn't have it any other way.

Batteries

Dialogue Prompt 7- “ you’re not a friend anymore, remember ?” request by @everlydream, sorry for taking such a long time to get back to you.

It hurts.

It still hurts a little too much when you see the man who was supposed to be yours been taken by someone else so close to you. It hurts when you see him smile, when you see him become the person he does but at the cost of losing you because you knew somewhere deep inside you he was better off without you but when he pushes you away over and over again and without a reason, without so much so of an explanation breaking an unspoken promise of forever, it hurts a little too much even though you pretend you're not hurt, it still does every time you think of it.

Its been an year and half since I heard from you, i wonder a lot what went wrong, why did you and I both pushed each other away and more why didn’t you and I try harder, didn’t we say we’d graduate together, didn’t we? Then where were you and I when we walked the graduation floor and we weren’t there in the crowd. I wonder if you too secretly like me from behind the windows of abandoned classroom watched me walk off my graduation. It upsets me still to think of why did you walk away from me, was I such a bad friend ? was i incapable of making you feel loved ? were you bored of me ? Did i start annoying you ? Or simply you stopped caring ? I'd like to know and I'd like to know a lot of other things too like when was the first time you realised you didn't want to be friends with me anymore or anything even more ? Or where even are you right now ? Or had it always been Someone else and you Always thought I was a burden you just had to carry ? But as these questions remain unanswered I tend to dwell on our memories together, our days together, our time and everything and I smile ever so often and then my smile turns into a frown as I lie on the grass watching the sky change its colour. I remember in the ways you had stopped your interactions with me towards the end, was there really nothing left to talk about or was it just you didn't want to anymore ? I remember the first time it had hit me in December that you didn't see me the same way anymore or wanted anything to do with me anymore when I had happily came to tell you something and you had dodged off my enthusiasm like a base ball, I remember it hurt, I remember it vividly killing me inside and the way I knew it then that we weren't going to last long, that maybe we'll last a few more months but the thought of losing you was unsettling to me, something that I believed I wouldn't be able to live without because I had known you for so long now, we've been friends for longer than we ever thought we could be and because we had some of our best moments together, I just wasn't ready to let go at all, I was holding onto one last ray of hope that one day miraculously you'd start talking to me again. But I made the mistake of staying shut and letting you create distance when I should've said so many things, when I should've called you out but I didn't and maybe it seemed to you that I didn't care enough either but it has been days since I last saw you, your image inside my head is starting to fade, your face is dimming away so is your smile, your hands, your nose, the way you smelled, everything about is starting to fade away and I'm just holding onto the last of the memories and they're going to run out soon like the last of batteries left.

I wish a lot you hadn't gone, I wish that one day you just didn't decided to strand me but as they say not all wishes come true so I've started making peace with your abandonment even though I Always think of you. Maybe it hurts more because I always thought you were going to be the one for me, the one who wouldn't ever leave me, the one who'd stick with me through my thick and thin, the one I'd meet the day afternoon graduation and gossip about how annoying the ceremony was, the one I'd suggest to work in the same place, the one I'd want to do everything with because in the moments we had spent together, especially the one of your early moments, I knew that you were the person I'd never have to leave, the one I'd never have to worry about but you are the one person I thought who'd never leave me but did. You are that person and I can't help it. And sometimes I have this weird addiction to the pain and I end up picturing you with me and having a forever with you but then the reality crashes in and reminds me I only have you in my memories. That's what I think I'll always have you in now. If i were given a nickel for everytime I thought about turning back time and going over and over again where it went wrong but the problem was that isn't it, I don't know where it went wrong, I do not know and it sometimes kills me but to think of knowing the answer just oddly unsettles me and I think that maybe I'm better off knowing it because if I did, I'd hurt more than it already does.

But now that I see you across the isle dropping the packet of barley in your shopping cart I can't bring myself to take my eyes off you until you finally see me.

" Harry " you excitedly say and walk towards me with your arms open and hug me, I don't hug back, I don't know why.

" it's been so Long, I haven't seen you in over an year " you say it with such a grin that It seems as if you're so happy about it, maybe you are ?

" Before Graduation actually " I Corrected you.

" so what's going on with you- anything new ?" Why do you want to know?

" nothing new- just the same old things " I shrug casually even though I was browsing your face and remembering it all over again as if I'm seeing you for the first time ever. I notice you got freckled and now you have small wrinkles side your eyes from smiling, and the way your eye brows have turned sharper and your jaw a little more pointed and then just as casually I notice the ring on your finger, I didn't want to ask but you sensed it.

" oh yeah- got engaged a few months ago- I'm getting married next month- oh- you should come " you chirped clapping your hands together in low noise to show your excitement but when I see you like this, you're not the same Draco I remember.

" I would but " I pause, glancing at you one last time then continuing " you're not a friend anymore, remember ?- we're no longer friend's. You don't call someone on your wedding you didn't meet on graduation, so it'd be weird. It was nice seeing you though but I don't think I can do it " and I walk away before I could've seen the look on your face.

You didn't run after me, like you didn't last time. Like I didn't the last time and this time I stranded you and I wonder if it hurt you the same way an year and half ago like it does to me right now. But maybe you are better off without me and it's okay to me. Now that I've seen you today I'll remember you a for a little while longer, like my batteries have been recharged but only a little and it would soon come a time when you'd just exist as a blurry face in my head with a name and maybe one day I'd be fine with it too.

Even if that one day never comes.

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“I make six figures,” Jason said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “My boss says I’m an ‘up-and-comer.’”

Draco looked at Jason underneath his lashes, “Does he, now?”

Jason nodded solemnly. “Oh yeah, Dad’s really encouraging.”

“How wonderful,” Draco said, lifting a finger to lightly trace over Jason’s hand where it rested on the table and suppressing a smirk when he saw Jason shift in his seat. “You’ve such an important career; how does a man as successful as you stay so humble?”

Jason grinned, shrugging. “Comes naturally, I guess.”

“Wow,” Draco breathed. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met before.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Jason winked, and Draco forced a giggle, watching Jason’s eyes flash in excitement.

Jason was Lucius’s seventh attempt in his crusade to see Draco married and settled with a pureblood by the time he was 26. The first couple of blind dates had left Draco “outraged and disgusted,” as he’d complained to Pansy over the Floo. “Father won’t see reason. Merlin, it’s torture.”

Pansy’s mouth had twisted into a smirk. “Well, it doesn’t have to be.”

Draco’d furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“There are only so many eligible, gay, Pureblood men in Britain,” Pansy’d grinned. “Your father wants you to date these idiots to maintain your reputation. What if you make sure there’s no more reputation to uphold—one man at a time?”

After that, Draco found himself looking forward to these new dates. The arrogant, unsuspecting men would sit across from him, play footsie under the table, talk on and on about their money, and leer at him all the while. And Draco let them with a placid smile on his face.

But Michael, poor bloke, had run screaming from the Manor as Draco’d thrown the prat’s clothes out the window with a hearty Incendio. It was the only proper response to Michael’s derision of Draco’s “poncy outfits.”

And Jake—or was it Blake? Draco could never remember, much to Jake-Blake’s annoyance—had nearly cried when Draco’s taken a golf club to his precious Aston Martin. But he should’ve thought of that before insulting Draco’s golf swing.

Then there was Bret, who’d spent so much time on his mobile, texting Merlin knew how many other men, that Draco thought that the fish in the pond at the Manor might enjoy the device, too, since Bret shared their intelligence.

Now, Jason prattled on and on about his family’s “gorgeous, but understaffed house by the lake” and how the food at the restaurant was “palatable, but not as good as in Paris, have you ever been?”

Draco blinked wide, innocent eyes. “To Paris? Oh, no. I’ve never been. Maybe you could show me around? I’d need someone capable to keep me from getting lost.”

Jason smirked. “Of course, baby, I’d take good care of you.”

Draco let a slow, sultry smile stretch across his face. Yes, this was going to be fun.

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“C’mon, baby, just tell me what’s wrong,” the man jutted out his lip into a pout.

Draco gave him a coy smile. “Who said anything was wrong?”

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand cover his thigh and a mouth close to his ear. “Hmm, a cutie like you here all alone? That can’t mean anything good.”

Draco held his breath. Three...Two...One…

The body next to him was suddenly knocked aside, and Draco looked up to see Jason, his eyes burning.

“Draco, what the hell!”

“Don’t you ‘Draco’ me, Jason!” He snapped. “While you were busy doing Merlin knows what—or who—in the loo for nearly thirty minutes, this bloke was keeping me company. If you don’t want me, you can just say so!”

Jason looked shocked. “Thirty minutes—I can’t have been gone for more than five!”

“Whatever it was, it was long enough for me to grow suspicious!”

“If you were so worried, why didn’t you go to the loo and see for yourself?”

“Because I, for one, didn’t want to see my fiancé fucking another bloke right in front of me!”

“Fiancé?!” Jason and the stranger said simultaneously, their expressions astonished.

Draco gasped sharply. “Are you seriously acting as if you never proposed to me?!”

“If I did I think I’d have remembered!”

“Wow!” Draco shook his head. “I knew you could be oblivious, but forgetting the best day of our lives is a new low, Jason.”

“But–you’re not even wearing a ring!”

“We said we’d get it in Paris!” Draco made his eyes well with practiced tears. “You said you wanted it to be perfect. ‘Only the best for my Draco, the love of my life!’ You said that, and I can see now that you didn’t mean it.”

He hopped off the stool striding out of the bar. He turned his head to see Jason staring at him, slackjawed.

Draco let one tear spill down his cheek. “Don’t contact me. Goodbye, Jacob.”

As he left the bar, he heard an incredulous, “IT’S JASON!!”

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“No, no, we asked for the ‘74 Le Vu, not the ‘87 Le Fite,” Xavier scowled. He plucked the glass from Draco’s fingers and handed it and his own to the server. “Fix it,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Draco chanced a sympathetic look at the waiter, whose blank expression revealed that he had the patience of someone with years in the restaurant industry. “Yes, sir, my mistake. I apologize. One moment.” He turned on a heel, taking the rejected wine and used glasses and disappearing into the sea of tables.

“Honestly,” Xavier scoffed. “It’s impossible to get good service nowadays.”

Draco hummed in false assent. “That must be so taxing for you.”

Xavier sighed. “It’s just frustrating. You know, when I dine out, I expect a certain level of attendance from the waitstaff. I work hard for my money. I don’t need the added stress of an incompetent server who can’t do the simplest tasks,” he said, shaking his head.

“I know!” Draco exclaimed waving his hands wildly. “It’s insanity!” He said, making his gesture wider—just a bit more, and, “People can be so lazy!” He flung his arms almost across the table, finally knocking a glass of ice water into Xavier’s lap.

“Shit!” Xavier jumped from his seat, grabbing his napkin and drying his pants.

Draco let his lip wobble. “I-I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever, you idiot,” Xavier snapped.

Draco gasped loudly and rose from his seat, drawing eyes to their table. Perfect. “What did you just say??”

Xavier looked at him strangely. “I said ‘whatever.’”

Draco threw down his napkin. “Did you just call me an idiot?”

“What—no! I-”

“You’re a pig!” Draco reached over and slapped Xavier. A few scattered gasps rose from the other guests.

Their waiter came rushing over. “Is everything alright over here?”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “I was just going.” He turned and stormed off, leaving behind a sputtering Xavier.

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The date with Louis lasted all of twenty minutes before Draco’d had enough.

He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t attend one more dinner with a man who looked at him like a pile of money or a piece of meat. He couldn’t flutter his eyelashes or give mechanical kisses or play dumb any longer.

He refused—Father and his inheritance be damned.

It was cowardly, he knew, leaving while John was in the restroom. But he didn’t have it in him to finish the dinner, nor to make a scene and cry and shout. And with the way Louis went on and on about how “the new Ministry is going to ruin this country,” Draco had a feeling it wasn’t going to work out, anyway.

He stepped out onto the street and raised his wand, feeling the familiar tug of Apparition take him to the apparition point closest to Muggle London. He walked along the cobblestone pathway in peace, taking in the sights of the city.

For the first time in months, Draco felt real, hot tears rise unbidden in his eyes. He didn’t bother to wipe them away, letting them cloud his vision. It was nice for a moment, allowing the world to go a bit fuzzy, until he tripped on an uneven cobblestone and fell to the ground.

His palms and knees stung from the impact, but he managed to keep from banging his head. He started to move to get up, despite his protesting knees, when a hand came into his vision, reaching down in front of him.

He took it, letting it gently pull him to his feet and causing his eyes to meet warm green ones that caused his heart to stutter.

“Malfoy—are you alright?” Potter said gently, taking in Draco’s red-rimmed eyes and cheeks.

Draco sniffed, willing his voice to stay even when he responded, “I’m fine, Potter. Just a rough evening. Thank you. Sorry to bother you.”

He turned to step past him when a firm hand clasped his arm.

“Wait, I–” Potter flushed lightly. “I want to talk to you.”

Draco narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What are you playing at, Potter?” He said, a slight bite to his tone. “What game is this?”

Potter held up his hands. “No game, I swear. I just want to catch up.”

Draco studied Potter for a moment, taking in the earnest eyes and the beginning of a small, hopeful grin, and allowed himself the first genuine smile he could remember in weeks.

Yes, this was going to be fun.

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Boundless

After the war, time was complicated. Harry struggled to hang onto days, hours lost to him even as they happened. But seconds? 

Seconds were measured in grief: Sirius falling through the veil, Hedwig falling from the clouds, Dumbledore falling to the ground, and children falling falling falling on the battlefield. 

Time (life) ephemeral, gone in the blink of an eye, a bubble bursting at your fingertip, sand sifting through your hands. 

Harry—dead and back at 17—saw years laid out before him and just couldn’t. Thousands, millions, billions of seconds, endless anguish. 

It wasn’t until Draco—gentle, resilient, alive—grabbed his face, and said, “Breathe with me, see? In and out. In and out.” Seconds quickly measured in lungfuls of air, in Draco’s steady pulse, in survival. 

And one day, seconds are measured in love: Hermione making tea, Ron’s laughter echoing throughout their flat, Molly hugging him close, and Draco touching holding kissing Harry.

Hours, days, months gone in the blink of an eye, a bubble bursting at your fingertip, sand sifting through your hands. 

Harry—living and in love at 27—sees years laid out before him and just smiles. Thousands, millions, billions of seconds, endless joy. 

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: soap bubbles. As always, thank you to my absolute best dude @lou-isfake. This one got away from me a bit, and word counts aren’t real. 

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